She quickly wiped the tears away and went to the door in answer to the chime.
        "Come in, " she said, already knowing who it was and what this would be about.
        Will Riker entered her quarters, dreading the task they both had to accomplish this evening.  It had been two days since the Enterprise had resolved the matters concerning Lore and the renegade band of Borg he had almost led against the Federation.  There were still a few loose ends in the final report that had to be tied up before the matter could be put to rest.  Those loose ends involved Deanna and from the way she had secluded herself away for the last few days, Will knew he wasn't going to like what she would have to tell him.
         "You're here about the report, aren't you?" she said flatly, her back to him.
         "Yes, Deanna, " he said moving behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders.
     She flinched away from his touch and went to sit on the couch.
         "Well, I guess we should get this over with," she said, her eyes never leaving the imaginary spot on the carpet she had been focusing on since she sat down.
         He sat down, her body language making it clear she didn't want him too close.
         "The final report of what happened during the time you were separated from the Captain in the Borg complex needs to be finished," he said and watched her reaction. "Also, the exact cause of your injuries is needed for Beverly to finish her medical report."
         Deanna's hand went absently to her cheek.  Beverly had done her usual wonderful job at erasing the dark bruise that had marred her pale complexion.  What she hadn't let her see were the rest of her bruises.  She had left quickly, before Beverly could discover them, assuring her that she was fine.
 She afforded herself a small smile, remembering how concerned Will, and later Beverly, had been when they saw her after the Borg had finally been brought down.  Their strong emotions of concern for her well being had touched her greatly and had pushed the memories of why and how the bruises had gotten there from her mind momentarily.
         But now she guessed she would have to tell them both what had happened.  She was glad the Captain had remained silent, skipping over those few small details in his report, allowing her time to deal with what had happened before making her report.
         "Deanna, the Captain's report states that soon after Lore left you and him, a Borg drone returned and escorted you from the cell," he said quietly, prompting her to finish with the details of where she had been taken.
         She looked at him now, her dark eyes brimming with tears, "It's quite simple," she said, "The drone took me to Lore's chamber."
         "And then what, Deanna, " he said, his heart pounding in his chest over what he feared she would say next.
         "And then?  And then he raped me, Will.  He hit me and he raped me over the next few hours until he tired of me and sent me back to the cell with the Captain, " she said matter-of-factly, her voice cold and toneless.
         He closed his eyes; his heart breaking as he heard the words that he had prayed would not come from her lips.  He moved to hold her, but she shrugged him away.
         "So you can tell Beverly my injury was sustained from a rather nasty backhanded slap after Lore ordered me to get down on my knees for him and you can put in the report that I learned nothing other then what the Captain already knew about Lore's plan in the time I was away from him, " she looked away, her own heart starting to beat wildly.  "If we're through, I would very much like to be alone now."
         Will's fists clenched and unclenched, but he said nothing.  Taking a deep breath, he stood.               "Deanna,"
         "No!" she screamed, standing and moving towards the window.  "That is all.  Now, please leave."
 Will looked down at the floor, battling to keep his rage in check and to project the calm emotions he knew she needed.
         "Don't bother to try and hide it, " she said, holding herself as she looked out into the darkness of the passing starfield.  "I can feel it.  Your anger; your...disgust.  Just leave me alone."
         He went to her, standing inches from her.  He could feel her body trembling even though they weren't touching.  And he reached out to her, putting his arms around her, hurting as he felt her stiffen at his touch.
         She tried to shake off his embrace, but he held her firmly, turning her to face him.  She fought against him, the tears flowing in earnest as she told him to leave.
         "No, Deanna.  I won't let you do this by yourself, " he said, pinning her against his chest.
         And finally the tears and the rage and everything else that she had held in since returning to the Enterprise, came rushing out.  He eased her to the floor and sat holding her as she rocked back and forth and released the pain that she had been so desperately trying to deny.